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Updated: May 27, 2025
Why, do you know whom you're talking to? Your superior officer gives you orders and you argue! Your superior officer ... your superior officer.... Here the major positively choked and spluttered, while poor Pyetushkov could only draw himself up and turn pale, sitting on the very edge of his chair.
At this point they were overtaken by a dapper little shopman, with a little goat's beard, and with his fingers held apart like antlers, so as to keep his sleeves from slipping over his hands, in a long-skirted bluish coat, and a warm cap that resembled a bloated water-melon. Pyetushkov, for propriety's sake, fell back a little behind Vassilissa, but quickly came up with her again.
Pyetushkov turned the note over in his hands, and could not refrain from asking the messenger, did he know why the major desired his presence, though he was very well aware of the utter futility of his question. 'We cannot tell! the soldier cried, with great effort, yet hardly audibly, as though he were half asleep. 'Isn't he summoning the other officers? Pyetushkov pursued.
Onisim slowly drew off Ivan Afanasiitch's greasy Tartar dressing-gown, gazed with fatherly commiseration at his master, shook his head, put him on his coat, and fell to beating him about the back with a brush. Pyetushkov went out, and after a not very protracted stroll about the crooked streets of the town, found himself facing the baker's shop. A queer smile was playing about his lips.
But Pyetushkov did not even look at his servant; he turned away and buried himself in the corner of the sofa again. Onisim got up, went up to his master, stood over him, and twice he tugged at his own hair.
If I could have known beforehand, I'd have.... 'Oh, go away, do, devil! shrieked Pyetushkov, not stirring from his place, however, nor raising his head. 'Ivan Afanasiitch, for mercy's sake, pursued the ruthless Onisim. 'I'm speaking for your good. Despise her, Ivan Afanasiitch; you simply break it off. Listen to me, or else I'll fetch a wise woman; she'll break the spell in no time.
'Yes, thought he, 'this is what comes of a strong will.... Next day Pyetushkov got up rather late. He had not passed a very good night, did not go out all day, and was fearfully bored. Pyetushkov read through all his poor books, and praised aloud one story in the Library of Good Reading. As he went to bed, he told Onisim to give him his pipe. Onisim handed him a wretched pipe.
She would work, sing, or spin before him, sometimes exchanging a couple of words with him; Pyetushkov watched her, smoked his pipe, swayed to and fro in his chair, laughed, and in leisure hours played 'Fools' with her and Praskovia Ivanovna. Ivan Afanasiitch was happy....
'Allow me to know to what these remarks may refer? Pyetushkov was beginning.... 'I'll have no arguing! I dislike that beyond everything. I've said: I dislike it; and that's all about it! Ugh why, your hooks are not in good form even; what a disgrace! He sits, day in and day out, at the baker's shop; and he a gentleman born! There's a petticoat to be found there and so there he sits.
Majestically Pyetushkov rose from his seat, folded his arms, scowled menacingly.... But Vassilissa looked him boldly in the face, laughed impudently, and before he could utter a single word she went quickly into her own room, and locked herself in. Ivan Afanasiitch opened his mouth, looked in amazement at Praskovia Ivanovna.... Praskovia Ivanovna cast down her eyes.
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